A few days have passed since my last blog. Copious amounts of goon (that horrible cheap wine that most probably contains fish and egg products) have been consumed, St Kilda beach has become my second home, and I've spent far too much money. The weather has dropped to about 20-22 degrees here too, which I know for people in the UK that would constitute a heatwave, but here I saw a guy in a fleece. A fleece!!
All my roommates have changed now as well. When travelling you are constantly having to say bye to people. Facebook addresses are exchanged, but it's highly likely you might never meet them again, which is sad. So now there's Dave and Ailsa from London (or Laaaandan as they pronounce it), some nutter from Hull, and a load of Swiss guys who have taught me some horrendously rude Swiss swear words. (Nearly) all are really cool, bar the nutter from Hull. He kicked a hole in the wall, the dick.
Thursday night was 'Ladies Night' at the hostel. That means girls get cheap drinks all night, and to top it off there's a wet t-shirt competition. It's a real classy affair, I know (although I did look a bit daft in my tux). All my friends were going down, so I put my principles to one side and went ahead with it. I still don't get why it's called 'Ladies Night', as the room was just a sea of desperate, horny men. We ventured down to the beach that night too to see the famous St Kilda penguins, but we didn't spot any. I dejectedly made my way back to my bed, waddling like a deprressed penguin myself.
The next morning the hostel was organising a trip to Victoria Market. Me Ailsa and Dave tagged along, albeit rather hungover. It was cool cause it was clearly a market that was regularly used. I'm used to Birkenhead Market back home, where you're lucky to find anything in there of any use, and anyone in there with any teeth. This market had everything, and the punters all had lovely pearly whites. Ailsa is a bit of a food connoisseur too, so I was trying all sorts. Cheeses with funny names. Olives stuffed with every flavoured pesto you could imagine. I was stuffed myself by the end of it. You can buy fresh eggs there too, and I mean fresh. There were stalls with cages full of chickens, ducks and quails. Take a look in my picture gallery, they are seriously cute. I'd still prefer to see those little cuties roaming around freely though.
Last night was a quiet-ish affair. We played a few drinking games, boogied downstairs for a bit, until I decided to call it a night. That was when I came back to my room to see that the nutter from Hull had kicked a hole in the wall. Crikey he's scary. He leaves tomorrow though, so that means only one more night of sleeping with my eyes open.
Tonight I'm going to meet up with some friends from back home. I'm excited cause its been a good few years since we last spoke, so it'll be nice to see what they have been up to.
Tuesday is the day I leave for Sydney, so I intend to see as much as I can until then. Since everyone is going to the Grand Prix (and I have no clue about cars, nor do I possess enough for the $100+ tickets), I'm going to head down to the Great Ocean Road, of which I'm super excited about.
I am going to miss Melbourne a lot; for the people I have met and for the general feel of the place. It has been my first taster of backpacking life Down Under, and it's going to take a lot to beat it.